Graveyard For Phobias by Tiffany Meuret
There’s something about the shower curtain that makes you pause before pulling it back, as if all the perverts of your imagination pop out of the shadows just to watch…
There’s something about the shower curtain that makes you pause before pulling it back, as if all the perverts of your imagination pop out of the shadows just to watch…
When he arrives today he stares at the bed for a long time. I think it is because I have started actually making it in the morning, tucking the sheets…
It started out as an essay. Only you don’t do essays, my therapist says. I thought he’d appreciate my emerging rational side, yet he doesn’t. So I should fictionalize it,…
The baby latched on like he was starving. He’d fed an hour before. And an hour before that. I nursed a water bottle while the baby nursed me, and we…
Really, what were the chances? He was on his way to a meeting with a recruitment agency in the area; she was there to catch a Gatwick Express to the…
One: Your morning breath that she used to laugh through to press her lips to yours now makes her nose scrunch like the paper bag she suggests you breathe into…
‘Daniel, please. Let’s stop, up at Carter Bar? Get out for some air.’ In profile, she sees his jaw tighten, his Adam’s apple slides up and down his leathered neck.…
It was Opinder’s dream home, but it had sucked up her savings and 10 years of her life from conception to completion. She’d worked to come up with a design…
It swirled inside her belly, rising, climbing, scaling her insides. The sour-bile truth stretched across her tongue like a venomous, roaming snake. But fear was bigger. And shame was easy…
I wrap myself in the bathroom towel. Either it’s grown or I’ve shrunk. We have, however, both gone saggy. If it’s expanded, it hasn’t increased its absorbent surface area any.…
“It fits in your hand,” she said. “Not like a wristwatch, or a carry-clock, it’s supposed to meld to your palm. See if it fits yours.” He held out his…
E.J.’s half-sister Pammy calls him. “Your poor, discarded bio dad.” Then she says like a kindergarten teacher, “Mitch kept repeating, ‘No one loves me anymore.’” She lets out a laugh.…